Full level Black Heart Lotus, reborn to bully scumbags every day!

Chapter 351: Thunder, Lightning, Rain, and Dew, All of The Emperor’s Grace

As the emperor finished speaking, the faces of many people in the field changed.

Shen Jingchuan's face, which was originally full of joy, turned pale in an instant. He almost stood up, but finally stopped abruptly.

Crazy...Shen Shuyi is crazy!

Why is she doing this for Han Ge'er?

Everyone knows that Han Ge'er once offended the Third Prince. How dare she mention Han Ge'er in front of His Majesty now!

Shen Jingan, who was sitting behind Shen Jingchuan, looked even more unfriendly.

What on earth does this bastard Shen Shuyi want to do!

The name Shen Shuhan has been forgotten for so long, and she actually mentioned that useless person in front of so many people?

Xiao Heyu was also stunned for a moment, his pair of charming peach blossom eyes were dark and unpredictable. Obviously, Shen Shuyi had once again surprised him.

She had the courage to mention the person that everyone avoided.

Shen Shuyi seemed not to notice the inquiring gazes of those people, and replied: "My elder brother's surname is Shen, and his name is Shuhan."

Emperor Qianwu frowned and whispered the name: "Shen Shuhan?"

Wang Taifu reminded him, "This boy is extremely talented. He once wrote "On Hurting the People" which was praised by Your Majesty. He also has many other masterpieces that are unprecedented in history."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qianwu immediately had an impression: "It's him."

"Yes, but he was unlucky. He fell off his horse and became seriously injured and paralyzed. It's a pity."

Shen Shuyi lowered his eyes and listened to the conversation between the king and his minister, and had some thoughts in his mind.

Wang Taifu is able to become the prince's teacher. His talent and learning are beyond words, and his character is indeed precious. If he can be invited to be my brother's teacher, he will be even more powerful in the imperial examination next autumn.

However, I'm afraid it's not easy to invite Master Wang...

Emperor Qianwu said in a deep voice, "How could he be so badly injured? It's such a pity. Doctor Han, please go to the Shen Mansion and treat Mr. Shen properly. Losing this pillar of the country is a real loss to our Great Qian."

"Yes."

Shen Shuyi bowed: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Emperor Qianwu waved his hand and said, "It's because you are seriously injured and can't recover. No wonder you are in this state of mind. But since you have won the first prize, I will fulfill my promise and grant you a wish."

Shen Shuyi said, "Your Majesty has granted what I wished for. Moreover, my brother suggested that this sentence might be a flattering one, so I think the winner should be someone else."

Emperor Qianwu smiled and said, "You are not greedy."

Shen Shuyi said calmly, "Father has taught me before that honesty is the most important thing in life. I will follow your instructions."

Suddenly hearing Shen Shuyi mention him again, Shen Jingchuan subconsciously straightened his back a little.

As if thinking of Shen Shuhan, and seeing Shen Shuyi in front of him, Emperor Qianwu was quite touched. He immediately glanced at Shen Jingchuan and said in a deep voice: "Minister Shen is really good at educating his children."

With just one word, Shen Jingchuan immediately stood up and knelt in front of the stage.

"I am terrified and ashamed to accept this!"

Shen Jingchuan was indeed frightened. After all, the incident involving Shen Jinglin had caused quite a stir a while ago. Although Emperor Qianwu did not directly judge the matter, he did reprimand him in public in the court.

Emperor Qianwu said in a deep voice: "You are right. If you can get your brother's advice, he has half the credit for this poem. In this case, I will ask my mother to choose another one."

Hearing this, the Queen Mother laughed and said, "You are pushing this job of finding someone to blame onto me again."

Shen Jingyu stood beside Shen Shuyi, still trying to maintain a generous and decent demeanor, but seeing herself being ignored and becoming a joke, no matter how calm Shen Jingyu tried, she felt indescribably embarrassed and awkward.

The Qin family in the audience also looked unhappy. The joy on Old Madam Qin's face completely disappeared, and there was a hint of gloom between her brows.

Qin Guiqiong was so embarrassed that she was speechless. She wanted to comfort Qin Xuerong, but she felt that it would be wrong to say more at this time.

Qin Xuerong's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help but say, "How is this possible! How could His Majesty not be praising Sister Yu? Why is it that person again..."

Madam Qin scolded in a deep voice: "Be careful with your words!"

Qin Xuerong swallowed her words back, gritting her teeth in hatred, feeling sorry for her daughter.

But the emperor and the empress dowager on the stage obviously don't care about these people's feelings.

The Queen Mother looked at the manuscript at hand and said in a deep voice, "Then let's choose the girl Qiwen. This girl's poems are also heroic and her handwriting is also majestic and upright. I think she is good."

When the Queen Mother spoke, Emperor Qianwu said, "Then I'll do as you wish. Yao Huiyan, Zhao Xueqing, Qi Miaoke, Pan Xiumei and others also wrote well. Give them a reward."

There was a hint of joy in Zhao Xueqing's eyes. After all, she had been treated coldly for many years and it was a rare reward, so she couldn't help being overjoyed.

Mrs. Zhao saw this scene and also had tears in her eyes: "Mother, is His Majesty interested in our Qingyuan Marquis Mansion..."

Madam Zhao said slowly: "You think too much. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor."

After hearing what Old Madam Zhao said, Madam Zhao's expression became visibly depressed again.

She couldn't figure out the connection here, but Old Madam Zhao knew it very clearly. Xueqing was a woman and had no intention of pursuing a career in politics, so His Majesty was happy to give her some face to avoid being accused of being heartless.

But as an emperor, he was the most suspicious. Since he sat in that position, it was difficult for him to let go of the Marquis' Mansion.

The group received commendations and left happily.

Shen Jingyu stood on the stage, feeling indescribably embarrassed. It was because she didn't win the first prize, but she was not among the people rewarded by His Majesty later.

Concubine Rou glanced at Concubine Jing's face and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, Concubine Jing has always loved this daughter of the Shen family. How could you have forgotten about her?"

Emperor Qianwu took out Shen Jingyu's manuscript and read it again.

Concubine Jing could not hide her anticipation, Shen Jingyu also held her breath nervously, and hope also rekindled on the faces of the Qin family members.

Emperor Qianwu took a look and said in a deep voice: "The poem is okay, but the words are a bit poor. However, for a woman, it is acceptable."

Concubine Rou smiled and said, "I see. It seems that the flattery of the world cannot be trusted."

Concubine Jing's face turned pale. Shen Jingyu lowered her head, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she had suffered a great blow.

It shouldn't have been like this...

Zhou Qiwen!

It's all that bitch!

There was an undercurrent between the two concubines, but the emperor seemed unaware of it. Instead, the empress dowager spoke in a deep voice: "I heard that the second young lady of the Shen family has a good handwriting and is proficient in Yuzhu seal script. I wonder if this is true?"

Shen Shuyi stepped forward and said respectfully, "Reporting to the Queen Mother, I have indeed studied Yuzhuan for some time, but I dare not claim to be proficient in it."

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows, and under her gorgeous makeup, her eyes showed some expectation: "Chunxi, get her some Buddhist scriptures to copy."

The aunt beside the Queen Mother immediately responded, "Yes."

Soon, Aunt Chunxi handed a scroll of Buddhist scriptures to Shen Shuyi. Shen Shuyi walked to the nearest table and without saying much, he ground the ink, picked up the pen, and slowly began to copy on the soft rice paper.

The scripture is not long and not difficult to read. The difficult part is to remain calm in front of everyone and in the howling cold wind.